Nightmares
Nightmares
By Lightning Tumble
It was a dark, rainy night. Twilight Sparkle, protégé of Princess Celestia herself, was inside of her library home, reading up on the pony psyche. ‘The psyche of ponies is very complex, and unlike any other known species in Equestria,’ She read in her head. ‘It is capable of holding endless information. It is unknown how much information a pony can hold within its brain.’ She was so absorbed in her reading that she didn’t realize how dark the sky was beginning to get outside. All she knew at this moment in time was this intriguing book.
The clock suddenly and loudly rang, snapping Twilight out of her reading, startling her in the process. She glanced up from her large and rather heavy book. ‘Midnight,’ she thought. ‘I suppose I have been slacking off a little in my studies. Better keep reading.’ Suddenly, an eerie chill ran down the lavender pony’s spine. She shivered out of reflex. She didn't know it yet, but she was being stalked, hunted even, by an evil spirit. The ‘eerie chill’ she had felt was the spirit’s eyes on her.
“Adeo mihi, vobis es electus, tractare tentatio, ut servo vestri animus….” whispered the spirit. A crimson red mist flowed from its mouth as it spoke the damning words of evil. The mist enveloped the tree library. It then began to creep through any crack it could find to get into the library. It filled the room Twilight was in without her knowledge – she was far too engrossed in her book to notice the evil about to torture her mind with Nightmares. After the mist had gathered successfully around the unknowing pony, it closed in around her. She suddenly became aware of the situation, another chill making her look up. She gasped, and doing so made her take the evil mist in. She coughed, spluttered and stumbled about the room, doing all she could think of to get rid of the mist now invading her lungs. She started to get dizzy and faint, and despite her best efforts at escaping the mist surrounding her, she could not get away. The spirit looked on, always intrigued at the pony’s behaviour when they found their attempts were hopeless. It always felt fear, surprise, shock and sometimes anger.
After two minutes of stumbling blindly around her room, she fell at the feet of the spirit.
“Somnus iam, Volo vos vultus….” it breathed, almost inaudibly, but with enough volume for Twilight alone to hear. With one last ounce of strength she looked up to see the grotesque maw of the spirit she had been cursed by. She passed out.
Twilight awoke to find herself in front of her book, ‘The Psyche of Ponies, by Dusk Aurora’. “Phew,” she breathed. “It was only a nightmare.” She opened her book on her marked page. Something was wrong. Rather than the usual text, her book was filled with the word ‘somnus’. It covered every page, except for the last page. On the last page there was a disturbing picture of the creature she had seen in her dream. “How strange…” she said aloud. “What’s the matter Twilight?” murmured the voice of her assistant, Spike. “It’s this book. It’s filled with one word, somnus. And on the last page…” she said, not looking up until she had finished saying page. She then looked up at Spike to show him the book. What she saw was far from her friendly looking assistant, the baby dragon she had known since she was only a little filly. What she saw instead was a mutilated version of him. It had a stump for a right arm, while the other was blackened and charred to a crisp, bone sticking out at the end where his wrist and claws would have been had his arm been in perfect shape. His face was misshapen, with 5 eyes of ranging sizes on his right side and no eyes at all on the other. His bottom jaw was missing, as well has the spines on his head and back.
“Gah! Spike! Are you alright!?” ‘What a dumb question Twilight, look at him! Does he look alright!?’ She felt the need to vomit, but because of her biology, she was physically not able to. Spike took slow and pained looking steps toward her, his charred arm reaching out to her. She only now noticed that his left leg was but a floppy, useless blob of skin, oozing pus and blood. Suddenly, her surroundings all changed and warped to leave her in Rarity’s shop, Carousel Boutique. Spike and her library were in the distance. Twilight was beyond confusion at this point. Her mind was filled with anguish and horror. ‘How fitting, it’s almost Nightmare Night.’ Her snippy side pitched in. ‘Shut up! What is going on here!?’ her logical side retorted. She looked around the boutique for a while. She didn’t know what she was looking for exactly – perhaps something she knew or understood. She didn’t find anything.
While she was inspecting a very peculiar looking bracelet – an onyx eye, surrounded by a see-through ruby – a hoof grabbed her shoulder and flipped her around. She gasped, and shut her eyes in fear of seeing the disgusting body of her former assistant, Spike. Instead, however, when she opened her eyes was the fearful eyes of one of her best friends, Rarity. “Oh Twilight! Thank goodness you’re here! Where are we? What is this place? I want to go home!” the white unicorn all but bawled.
“Rarity! Calm down, it’s alright. We need to be calm or we won’t figure out where we are.” Twilight reasoned. Eventually Rarity stopped her panicked hyperventilation and took deep breaths on Twilight’s request. “We seem to be in an alternate universe… but how?” Twilight thought aloud. “All I remember is waking up this morning and knowing I had a nightmare… but I don’t remember the nightmare, or yesterday. Ugh! It just doesn’t add up!” she finished.
Rarity looked on sympathetically. She couldn’t remember a thing before this morning either. “I suppose we had better check up on the rest of our friends, and see if we can’t get Nurse Redheart to-“ she began, but she was cut off by a large creaking and sounds like wood ripping, followed by plenty of loud bangs. She looked to the source of the noise and realised that her library (somehow connected to the boutique) was being ripped to shreds by large, disgusting worms. Their sharp teeth made short work of the wood library, with shrapnel going everywhere. A large piece of debris flung from a wall and messily sliced ‘Spike’ in two. “SPIKE!” the two unicorn ponies yelled. The 6 worms then became aware of the ponies, and 5 made their way to them surprisingly fast, while one dived for Spike, tearing an arm off before swallowing it whole and chomping onto his head and swinging it around before upending him and swallowing him. It then followed its brethren toward the ponies. The ponies screamed and ran in the opposite direction. They discovered a medium sized hole in the wall, surrounded by the word ‘Somnus’ in red, along with the symbol Twilight had seen on the strange necklace. She wasted no time thinking on this however, as the worms were quickly advancing. The ponies had to crawl on their bellies through the soft and sticky crevice. When the worms figured out that they could not fit in the hole, they turned their attention to the boutique and tore it apart like it was paper. “
“Eww… Twilight, do we really need to crawl through here?” Rarity said, remarking on the walls, floor and ceiling of the narrow passage they had jumped into in an attempt to escape the monstrous worms. “Well it was this or the worms – take your pick.” Twilight said in an annoyed fashion. The pair continued down the corridor in silence for about a half and hour, until they came across a more spacious room, made of the same substance as the corridor.
“Finally, out of that cramped little space. My poor back is killing me!” Rarity said with a sigh. “What do you think is going on here, Twilight? Why is all of this happening? I wish life would just go back to normal!” “I don’t know Rarity. I just don’t know.” Twilight said, a tear escaping her eye. She had witnessed her Number 1 Assistant killed in a brutal manner, then eaten by a grotesque monster worm. It does something to a pony. Twilight sat on the floor and started to weep for her assistant. Rarity soon joined in the weeping. While the two cried on the floor, a yet-to-be-heard insectoid creature made its way into the room from a high corner in the room. It opened its mouth and spewed a white, silky wire at Rarity. Rarity yelled in surprise at the sudden tugging, and struggled against the binding web. She was lugged higher and higher, and when she tried to scream another web was fired over her mouth and was wrapped around her head. Her magic was useless, as was Twilight’s. The web had some sort of quality that prevented magic to be used on it.
While Twilight was thinking of a plan, she got a look at the culprits. One was white, with purple and pink strings of hair falling from its head. It had a sharp horn protruding from its forehead, and had three compound eyes. It had six, pointed legs – two at the front, two in the middle and two at the back. It also had two pinchers at the front, studded in spines. Inside its mouth was hundreds of needle-like teeth. The other was a light yellow in colour, and had no hair, but a red noose around its head, hovering above it. It had the same leg layout and had the pinchers at the front, but this one had no horn. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu, even though she knew she had never seen such horrible creatures before. A loud buzzing noise was heard above her, and she noticed a third creature. This one was orange in colour and had purple stringy hair and small, fly-like wings. Twilight wondered how something as big as a filly could be able to fly with such small wings, but nothing made sense here. It abruptly flew top speed into Rarity, still squirming and yelling through her webbed mask. Its pointed front legs pierced her torso like a warm knife in butter. Twilight wretched in horror at the sight of her friend going through this, but try as she might, her magic could do nothing. She was forced to witness this horror as she could not turn away. The orange monster flew back, then into Rarity’s body a second time, then a third and finally, on the fourth time, Rarity’s torso was ripped in two. Rarity died a second after her bottom half hit the ground. While the orange and yellow creatures feasted on the legs, the white one pulled her top half into its mouth. Twilight noticed the wall was opening, and wanting to be in this awful room no longer, she gladly ran into it.
When she was in the safety of the new room, the old room was closed off from her view. She wished she could vomit, that way perhaps the intense nausea she felt would leave with the bile. She looked up and saw a glass room with red mist inside of it, swirling around. She also saw her cutiemark painted on the wall in the misty room, along with her friend’s. Rarity’s, however, was crossed out with an ‘X’ in red. She hoped it was paint, but her logical brain told her otherwise. Also on the wall was the same symbol as on the necklace and above the passage-way she went through. She took in her surroundings, and saw that there were 4 doors leading in different directions. Each had the cutiemark of her 4 remaining friends.
She took the route closest to her, Applejack’s route. The walls, floor and ceiling were all metallic, and cold. She shivered, and continued down the path. She eventually came to a halt in-front of a door that read:
‘Penetro ut servo vestri amicus vita’
She opened the door, and saw Applejack huddled in a cage on the opposite side of the room. There was a note on the ground written in blood. It read:
Once you have entered this room, a timer will start. You have got 10 minutes to rescue your friend before she is incinerated. Good luck.
She heard the door behind her lock shut. She crumpled the note up and looked around the room. Beneath Applejack’s cage were the ends of blowtorches. The cage was suspended over them with a chain. She took a step forward, and the floor in front of her crumbled completely, exposing a lake of acid. It sizzled and popped beneath her. She dropped the paper ball into the acid to test it and it simply turned onto a dirty white puddle sitting on top of the dangerous liquid before bubbling away completely. Twilight gulped, and tried to figure out how she might do this. She then saw a large screen on the right wall, counting down. It was currently on ‘9m:23s’. She also saw two buttons to her left. She cantered over to them and saw they were both labelled with symbols. There was a note pinned to the second one to the right. It read:
One button incinerates your friend instantly, freeing you. One button saves your friend, killing you. Choose one. Tick-Tock…
A wave of nausea struck her as she realised the decision she would have to make. She took a look at the symbols. The first had a fire symbol. The second, a key symbol. She started to sweat – she would have to make a choice. Her life or her friend’s? She realised she could save her friend, but she would die. She also considered her second option, killing one of her best friends and saving herself. She looked to her timer. 6m:47s. Not very much time to make such a life changing choice, is it? She was well and truly stumped. “Applejack!” Twilight called. Applejack looked up groggily. “T-Twilight? Is it really you?” Applejack enquired. “Yes, it is me Applejack. Are you alright?” Twilight asked. “Well mah leg is chained to this darned cage and it’s cuttin’ into it, but other than that, Ah’m fine.” She replied with her definite Southern twang.
Twilight was having a mini crisis in her mind at the moment. Applejack could see it in her face that Twilight was troubled. “Hey, Twilight. Are you alraht? Ya look troubled.” She said with concern.
Twilight had been thinking the whole time she was talking with her friend. She felt she had to tell her what kind of position they were both in. “Uh, hey A.J?” Twilight began. “Yes Twi?” Applejack responded. “Do you see these to buttons to my left? They control whether you are freed or not.” Twilight went on. “Really? Well what’re ya waitin’ for? Let me out of here for Pete’s sake!” “Well y’see… if I free you then I will be killed. And if I decide to,” Twilight swallowed. “K-Kill you, then I’ll go free.” Twilight finished. “Oh mah Celestia… well, I guess I had better prepare for death then huh?” Applejack said.
“What? You’re willing to die for my freedom?” Twilight said with utter disbelief on her face. “Yes Twilight. Ah am. But I want you to know that, well, I love ya Twilight.” Applejack said a look of contentment on her face. “Really Applejack?” Twilight said, stunned at her friend’s confession. “Yup.” She answered frankly. “Now, I want you to kill my Twilight. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I had been the reason for killing the one Ah’m in love with. Twilight took a look at the clock. 2m:00s. Twilight’s face went from one of disbelief to pure adoration and disgust: Adoration that her crush had admitted her love to her and disgust that she would have to kill her.
“Applejack… I love you too.” Twilight whispered almost inaudibly, but just loud enough for Applejack to hear. Applejack closed her eyes as she stood up. “Do it.” Applejack said.
Twilight pushed the button with the key symbol, and was horrified to see the blowtorches come to life around Applejack. She cried at the screams in agony of her love and yelled ‘I’m sorry my sweet Applejack!’ repeatedly until the torches stopped. Twilight glanced over to the cage and immediately wished she hadn’t – all that was left was a bunt crisp in a pony’s shape. Applejack’s hat dropped from a small trap-door in the ceiling. Twilight picked it up, kissed it, then placed it proudly atop her head. “I won’t ever forget you Applejack.” She whispered quietly. The exit swung open and Twilight rushed out of that room, disgusted with herself. She cried and cried for hours on end but finally stopped to get up and perform the next challenge. She looked to the large wall. Applejack’s cutiemark was now X’d out in red. One last tear was shed for her lost love.
Twilight got up from her spot and entered the next door, with Fluttershy’s cutiemark. She dreaded this one, especially if was anything like the last one. She didn’t want to put anypony else through that. As she continued down the hall, she thought she could hear weeping coming from inside the walls. Although she had never heard of ‘Weeping Walls’ in her life, she felt she needn’t question it. After all, she’d seen much weirder and horrific things than this. As she progressed down the hall, the weeping became louder. She finally came to the end of the hall where the weeping was very high-pitched and hurt Twilight’s ears. She opened the end door to see Fluttershy huddled in a corner across the room. This room was far smaller than the previous room, the floor area only two or three metres squared. “Fluttershy!” Twilight exclaimed. Fluttershy looked up; her eyes and cheeks stained with blood, running down her face and front of her torso. Twilight took a step back and gasped. “Fluttershy – are you alright?” she asked with concern. Fluttershy simply moaned again and dropped her head into her hooves, covering her face and staining her hooves with blood. The more she cried, it seemed, the more blood came out. Suddenly, a loud boom sounded, and a screen opened up from the wall. It said:
Fluttershy is in grave pain. Finish the obstacle course to stop this pain.
A door opened to her left at the same time the entrance locked. “Fluttershy, stay here. I’m going to try and help you.” Twilight said, moving toward the door. Fluttershy began to make slight growling noises the closer she got to the door. By the time she was at the door frame, Fluttershy was making annoyed and pained sounds, angry almost. This puzzled Twilight. The second the placed her hoof through the door, Fluttershy shrieked loudly, and sprang to her hooves. Her eyes were a crimson colour and her teeth – no, fangs were bared. Her hooves were ended with multiple, large spikes. Twilight screamed, and began to run at full pace. Fluttershy lunged at her, and began to run, almost double Twilight’s speed, chasing her frantically. Twilight tried to teleport further from Fluttershy, who was quickly gaining on her, but much to her dismay, she couldn’t. The more she looked behind her, the closer Fluttershy seemed to be. Twilight told herself not to turn around anymore; it was beginning to slow her down significantly.
She kept her eyes ahead, and she saw that there were obstacles to be ducked under, leaped over and slalomed. 'Rainbow Dash – or… Applejack… would have no trouble with this.’ She thought. She leapt over a large concrete wall, surprising herself that she could jump so high. ‘Must be the adrenaline, or fear, or both.’ She thought. She heard another loud shriek behind her, and glanced backwards to see Fluttershy tearing through the wall with her hooves. ‘Shit!’ thought Twilight. She turned around and immediately had to slide, or she would have been badly hurt by the concrete overhang. Again, she surprised herself, but in this place she really shouldn’t have been surprised.
She came across a large gap in the floor covered in spikes and nails at the bottom, with one small platform in the centre. She leapt, and soared through the air before landing on the platform, her hoof slipping off the edge slightly. She leapt once more, landing on the other side with her front hooves and hoisting herself up. She looked across to Fluttershy, who simply landed down on the nails and ran across to the other side before climbing up the opposite wall. Twilight ran ever further, and came to a similar gap but with acid rather than nails and spikes, and there was no platform in the centre. She quickly looked to her surroundings. She noticed that there were no spikes on the walls but were on the ceiling. She looked behind her to see Fluttershy letting out a triumphant and shrill shriek, about 2 metres away. Twilight panicked and ran to a wall, then ran along it, sinking lower on the wall until she could not run further, and she fell. She screamed, then hit the ground on the other side. She sighed in relief that she had made it, then yelled out in surprise that Fluttershy had simply jumped into the acid and tried to swim across. She –amazingly – managed to make it to the other side, but when she hoisted herself up, she was merely flesh and bone with slips of muscle and blood flowing quite freely and her intestines were visibly dangling from her waist and she had no back hooves from the knee down.
Twilight backed away from the crawling mass of acid and flesh. She backed into a wall with a button on it that read:
Press here to end your friend’s suffering.
She gladly pressed the button and Fluttershy’s eyes, hooves, mane and chest were all returned to normal. Fluttershy looked up at Twilight and then down to her waist. She then began to scream madly, incredible pain emitting from her acid induced wounds. Suddenly, mesh wire formed around the shuddering, weeping mass of flesh and blood, trapping her. Then, the ceiling came quickly down onto the screaming pony, crushing her and ending her pain, as the button had promised. Twilight was dumbstruck, and fell on her behind, her mouth agape. She sat there for a while, just staring at the now rising ceiling, and the puddle of blood, brain-matter, bone shards and organs that used to be her friend, now a flat disgusting piece of garbage on the concrete floor. The stench of rotting flesh filled Twilight’s nostrils, and it spurred her to get out of this long narrow corridor and away from the horror she had witnessed.
When Twilight made it back to the main room, she saw that Fluttershy’s cutiemark had now been X’d out in red. A painful whisper resounded around the room.
“Duo mortuis, duo ire. Custodite euntes aut mori…” it said in such a way that it severely hurt Twilight’s ears. She continued to head toward the door with Rainbow Dash’s cutiemark on it and entered the door at the end of the hallway. Instantly, she was hit with an overpowering smell of rotting flesh. She took in her surroundings to see that she was in a massive room – completely covered in dead animals and ponies, even creatures she had never seen or heard of in her life; weird bipedal mammal-looking things with strange endings on their limbs and hair only in certain spots on their body. A screen lowered down from the ceiling and Twilight dreaded what her next task would be to save her friend. The screen read:
You have 20 minutes to find your friend, hidden underneath the mountains of flesh and bone. All the while, a pony will man a machine that will grind all the dead creatures in this room with huge gears. Have fun.
Twilight was horrified, even more so than when Fluttershy was destroyed in front of her eyes. She frantically began to dig through the flesh walls and floors, and discovered that the floor was really quite a bit down from where she was standing, at least a foot of bones, muscle and skin was built up and around her. As she was digging and keeping an eye on the timer, she noticed a bulging in one of the farther hills, then something large and slimy leapt out of it. She gasped when she saw it, then choked from the horrid smells that subsequently entered her lungs. It was a monster worm, and the more she looked, the more she saw. She also saws tiny, white, ant-like creatures crawling through the flesh and sinew of the animals and ponies she was wading in. The same went for the worms – the more she looked, the more she saw. There must have been at least 20 worms, all blood stained and bile covered and she couldn’t possibly count the amount of Bloodmites she could see. She dug even more, realising that her friend could well be being eaten alive by these Bloodmites. She looked up – four minutes had passed by and she had made hardly any progress at all.
Then, she saw a cyan hoof sticking up from one of the mounds. She galloped as fast as she could, believing it was her friend looking for help. When she reached the hoof she tugged on it with her teeth, seeking to tug it out of the disgusting hill. When she did tug, however, the hoof simply tore off and she found that not only were Bloodmites destroying it but also that it was disconnected from the body. It wasn’t her friend’s arm. She dropped it in surprise, and it was enveloped in Bloodmites within seconds. She continued to search and search, not looking at the time as much as she should have, until when she did there was only six minutes left. “No, no!” Twilight yelled in exasperation. She searched evermore, until there were only 2 minutes left. Then, she found her, her rainbow mane showing from Twilight’s sudden feeling to dig downward. Her face lit up, and she yanked on Rainbow Dash’s mane to tug her up. When she got her head above the flesh, she found she was unconscious, but otherwise unharmed. She pulled her further up with her hooves, then lifted her out of the mess with a loud grunt. That unavoidable grunt was what gave away that she was in the room with the worms. All of the feasting worms turned their collective attentions to the two living ponies attempting to save themselves.
Twilight was yet to realise that she had been compromised. She was still dragging her friend toward the unlocked door. The worms were quickly making their way toward her, their slick bile covered skin allowing them to almost glide through the disgusting pile of bodies. All of a sudden, a worm dived, followed by its comrades, and Twilight noticed this sudden change in movement in her peripheral vision. She stopped and glanced around to discover that she couldn’t see a single worm. She hastily dragged her friend, taking this opportunity to move faster toward the exit. A tone rang out through the room, and the timer showed that there was 59 seconds left. The gears on the far side that were gradually dragging the flesh into the great maw of the building she was in were speeding up, making it harder for her to cover ground. Suddenly a worm jumped up from the flesh mounds and over Twilight’s head. She dropped her jaw, and hurried ever faster, desperately trying to save herself and her friend’s life. Another worm jumped, and landed closer to Twilight’s position. Finally, a third worm jumped and bit through Rainbow’s back legs. This sudden sensation jarred Rainbow awake, and she yelled out in surprise.
“Twilight? Where are we? Argh! My LEGS!! What’s going on!?” Rainbow shouted, fear and panic controlling her mind. “No time to explain now Dashie! Just gotta keep going!” Twilight breathed in response. Another worm leaped into the air, and then came crashing down in front of Twilight. Then a worm exploded up from the floor, and tore Rainbow Dash in half, her blood and organs going everywhere. “Arrrrgh!!!!” screamed Rainbow Dash in agony. “No!” yelled Twilight desperately. “Twilight – ahh – just go, leave me! You can’t save me!” Dashie told her. Twilight looked at the clock (28 seconds left) and then to the exit. She could easily make it if she didn’t have Rainbow Dash, but she couldn’t just leave her in this wretched place! “No Dashie, I can’t just leave you!” Twilight reasoned. “Put you must! Save yourself, GO!” Rainbow Dash told her sternly. “Fine! Goodbye Dashie! I won’t forget you!” Twilight said sadly. She dropped Rainbow Dash’s arms and hoofed it to the exit, not looking behind her – the choked sounds of pain telling enough story for her liking. She began to cry, in sadness, loss, frustration and desperation. She jumped through the exit and lay on the ground. She banged her hooves on the wall and stamped her hooves on the ground. She looked toward the wall with the cutiemarks and saw that Rainbow Dash’s cutiemark had not yet been X’d out yet. Then, as she inspected it closer, blood seeped through the wall in an X form.
Twilight got up stiffly and made her way to the last door – Pinkie Pie’s door. Twilight opened the door to see Pinkie Pie sitting on the floor with her hair completely deflated. The floor was bouncy and soft. The lack of scenery or remote danger didn’t fool Twilight this time – she was beginning to get used to the horrors and pain this place seemed to provide endlessly. Pinkie Pie turned her head to one side and Twilight saw her eyes were a blood red rather than her usual cute blue. A screen opened up from the wall. It said:
Pinkamena has gone mad. Kill her.
Twilight gasped and stared at her friend with the knife in her mouth. Pinkamena turned fully and got up. They both stared each other down. Then, all of a sudden, Pinkamena lunged at her, swinging her head with the knife in her mouth madly. Twilight ducked and dived, attempting to escape her killer. She bounced upwards and over Pinkamena’s head, kicking her firmly in the mouth. A few teeth bounced on the ground before settling. The ponies continued this close combat for a while until Pinkamena finally hit her mark and sliced Twilight on the back with her long machete. Pinkamena grinned at the blood seeping from the deep wound and smiled unnervingly at the pained cry Twilight let out. Pinkamena swung again and Twilight rolled from the knife’s dangerous path. While in the crouched position, Twilight swept the floor with her hoof and tripped Pinkie over, making her drop her knife. Twilight took this chance to grab the knife and plunge it into the heart of her opponent. But when she had it poised above Pinkamena’s chest, her hair inflated, and her eyes returned to normal. A sweet smell filled Twilight’s nostrils and a feel of nostalgia was awoken within Twilight’s brain. Pinkamena then returned and kicked Twilight hard in the chest, shoving her off of her. The sweet smell of cupcakes turned into rotting flesh and a sick image of Rainbow Dash tied up with no wings and sliced open came upon the screen. Twilight wretched at how realistic it looked. Pinkamena grinned and sliced at Twilight’s right fore leg, cutting deeply into it. Twilight yelled out in pain and anger as more sick, twisted images came upon the screen of awful things happening to her friends and herself. Suddenly no amount of nostalgia or memories would stop her from killing and obliterating whoever dared to cross her path. Her, Twilight Sparkle, the unicorn, protégé of Princess Celestia, sister of Shining Armor Captain of the Royal Guard. She ran into Pinkamena suddenly, driving her horn into her chest, then kicking the machete up and into her mouth perfectly and slicing Pinkamena into smithereens. Pinkamena lay on the floor, cut into pieces by Twilight’s rage. She picked up the machete and slung it across her back.
Twilight, now hardened with her trials in this Nightmarish place, determinedly walked from the room. The glass panel separating her from the wall with the cutiemarks was now shattered and a new door had appeared. She opened it with a bang and walked up the spiralling steps. After 5 minutes of walking, she came to the top and saw a horrible demon sitting on an obsidian throne. The room had a red mist shroud hovering above the ground.
“Exspectata iuguolo mihi ut excito sursum.”
Whispered the demon. Twilight slung her machete, stained with blood, down to her mouth. The demon stood up and jumped at her with frightening speed and grace. However, Twilight now knew that no matter how strange things may seem, she can overcome anything that this place threw at her. As the demon got closer, she too lunged at it, her machete in mouth. It sliced at her with one black, jagged claw. She parried with her blade and lashed out, slicing its thigh. It seemed not to care of its injury however, but instead breathed out a red mist than enveloped Twilight and seemed to slow time down. Twilight tried using her own magic. It wouldn’t work. Twilight willed her magic to work with all of her heart and then, suddenly, her magenta magic aura covered her horn. The demon was slowed, and her body sped up times two. She sliced and sliced with near blinding speed, dicing the beast into tiny pieces. When she stopped, and let her magic stop its natural flow, the beast fell to small bits and emitted incalculable amounts of emerald green mist. Twilight felt herself becoming very dizzy and drowsy. She then fell to the ground, asleep.
Twilight woke up in her library, at the feet of a demon spirit. She scrambled fearfully to her hooves. She looked to its face, but it had no head. It suddenly burst into red mist, and flowed from her library from every crack possible. Twilight looked outside. It was morning. She ran upstairs to Spike’s room to see him asleep in his small crib. He was completely normal. She ran back downstairs and outside of her door into the rain. She closed her eyes and said:
“Rise and Shine, Twilight. Your dream is over.”
End.